A/N: So it's finally happening. I started this while on vacation and I just finished the second chapter, a few hours after getting home from said vacation. This is a Friday the 13th/Ernest Goes to Camp crossover. I hope you like it. It'll be interesting to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own either of these films or any part of their franchises. I don't own Richard Speight Jr or baby!Speight, just my OCs (which make up Camp Crystal Lake).

P.S. None of the original counselors are there because the film was created in 1980 and Ernest Goes to Camp is from 1987. But that doesn't mean they won't get into the same trouble as the original counselors!

Please enjoy. R&R!


"We're moving Kamp Kikakee this year!:

The counselors stared in stunned silence at Mr. Tipton. He looked out at all of them and cleared his throat.

"Now listen, there is a reasonable explanation for moving camp this year. First of all, there's been an unusual high in forest fires this year..."

Pennington and Brooks exchanged glances, neither voicing their knowledge that it might've been them and their illegal fireworks in a wheat field a mile north of camp.

"So for safety, we're moving. Just for this year. Next year we'll be back here at Kamp Kikakee to do all sorts of bravery tests and activities.

Pennington raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Where are we moving to?"

"A little bit away... it's not too far away, though, but it's far enough from the fires. It's called Camp Crystal Lake."

"Is there going to be another camp going on there?"

"Not that I know of. They've cleared it out for our use and they've even offered the assistance of their counselors to help us set up for our campers."

Pennington turned to Brooks.

"I don't even like the people here, I don't want to deal with counselors from another camp."

"I don't know. Maybe it's a co-ed camp," Brooks suggested, "we might find some chick counselors."

"Maybe," Pennington was reluctant to look on the bright side too soon.

"So..." Mr. Tipton clapped his hands once. "Everyone pack up! We've got a camp to head to!"


"I cant believe we had to rent out our camp for some stupid kids' camp."

"We're not renting it, Willow," came David's reply, "we're not getting paid for it."

"Don't remind me."

"Don't worry Willow. It's going to be a great summer. All we have to do if clean up a little bit and show the newbies around the camp, then we can go home. We'll finally have a summer of our own."

"Nobody asked you, Robin."

"We'll have a summer, though, Willow -"

"That's just it, Robin. I don't have anything this summer."

The brunette sighed, "Okay, Willow. Anyways... David, we're supposed to start working on the cabins before the boys get here. I was going to start with cleaning out the cabins."

"What needs to be done?"

"I was going to sweep, pick up trash, clean windows. There's probably a lot of laundry to be done; all of the sheets and comforters. After that, there are some doors that don't hang properly and I saw a few broken windows – if we don't replace them, we need to at least patch them up. Some painting and I guess weeds?"

"You start cleaning out cabins and I'll go fix up the beach. I went down there earlier and there's a ton of beer bottles and cigarette butts. I think the dock needs repair, too... I'm gonna fish out that yellow canoe and see if it can't be used. The boathouse should be tidied too, if they plan on using it.

"Why are you so gung-ho on cleaning the entire camp when they'll get here an clean it themselves? They have arms and legs. Let them clean up. It'll be team-building exercises for them."

Robin folded her arms over her chest. "Willow you don't have to be here, you know. You can go home. David, Steve and I can clean up the camp. If you want to go home, you can."

The blonde frowned deeply.

"No. I'll stay. I just … it seems so pointless to go around cleaning up a camp when it's not even us being counselors. If it was our campers, then fine. But for some 12 year-old punks? That's just …. stupid to me. Why can't their counselors come here and clean up?"

"They're supposed to," Robin said coolly, "They're heading up here right now."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She paused to think it over then sighed. "Fine."

Robin smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Great. Now let's go scrub some cabin floors."


"You're sure Hell bent on getting this place fixed up, huh?"

Robin kicked a dusty painting tarp out of the way and nodded.

"Yeah. We've been asked to do this so I figure do the best I can. Besides if we get everything done today, then we can go home for the rest of summer – plus we'll have nothing to do next summer."

Steve leaned against the door frame which creaked dangerously.

"It's good we've got you on our team. We'd never get it all done without you on our butts."

She smiled and bent over to pick up the tarp. "It's no problem. Besides I really have nothing planned this summer now that this place is being used. I don't mind a little manual labor. I had to fix up my dad's shed a few months ago and it was kind of fun. So..." she paused. "I'm sorry I'm talking so much. I don't know why. It's just sometimes I get in a real chatty mood and I can't help it, so if I drive you crazy and you want to tell me to shut up then go right ahead because it's probably true and I probably should."

He smiled. "I don't mind it. It's nice. I mean … you talk about things that are interesting." He stooped to help her fold the tarp in half. "So, tell me, why is Willow so upset?"

Robin held the canvas in her arms and glanced down. "It's because this was our camp this summer. We got it and we were going to fix it up so we could finally reopen it. We were going to be counselors, finally – we've both wanted to do that since we were 10. Now we finally get a camp and we have to give it up its first summer to some other camp that we've never heard of before. We cleared everything this summer so we could do this and now we don't have it." She paused and kicked at the uneven floorboards. "She's just sad that she doesn't get to be here for its first run."

Steve looked Robin up and down and nudged his foot closer to hers. "You know, we could. I mean … If they get here and, you know, you don't trust 'em … or if they're a little short on counselors... we could stay. We don't even need to be counselors, we could stay in the big cabin and just kinda be caretakers for the summer. We could keep an eye on it to make sure they don't trash it or burn it down."

Robin looked up at him, her mind processing the new information. "Yeah... We could do that... We should do that."

"Yeah we should."

She grinned at him. "You're so smart Steve!" She dropped the folded tarp and hugged him around the neck. "I'm going to go tell Willow and see if she'll stay, too." She pulled back, "David, too. I can't believe I didn't think of that..."

"Well even the greatest mind misses things," he joked. She rolled her eyes and headed out the door, turning back to him.

"If we do stay... Oh my gosh. I'll be so happy. So will she! I mean … we just … our first summer here... we get to be at the re-opening of this camp..."

"Yeah. It'll be pretty great."

Robin grinned widely. "Our first summer at Camp Crystal Lake. I'm so excited!"

Steve nodded curtly and smiled softly back at her. "Me too. It's gonna be a great summer."